I used to feel that I belonged – to a family – with my man part of a clanbut now somehow I’ve outgrown the form shattered images of a self outworn . . . suspended somewhere between here & there

CHORUS:Life is a process of learning to let go . . . or struggling,suffering through another show . . . the Buddhists say attachment is the cause of all sorrow . . . so I pray that I may with all my soul . . . perfect the art of letting go

The more I grow I leave behind dear loved ones that I know . . . the love still felt deep within my soul . . . leaving is painful . . . this I know . . .yet I have many new seeds to sow . . .

CHORUSLife is a process of learning to let go . . . or struggling,suffering through another show . . . the Buddhists say attachment is the cause of all sorrow . . . so I pray that I may with all my soul . . . perfect the art of letting go

Here within this empty space . . .formless, floating, scared without a trace. . . direction uncertain, path unknownwith the faith of a child, I will be shown

Shiva . . . the Lord of the Dance . . . the Hindus say he remindsto let go of that which binds that we hold ontowhat within me must die so I may fully live . . .

CHORUS​Life is a process of learning to let go . . . or struggling,suffering through another show . . . the Buddhists say attachment is the cause of all sorrow . . . so I pray that I may with all my soul . . . perfect the art of letting go